Letting Go

Letting go is such a hard thing to do.

Whether it be your old favorite shirt, a priceless antique and you need the money or those pesky feelings about a situation that has happened in the past.  Or is happening.

Now, with that said...don't read too much into it.  It's quite simple.  Yeah, I'm gonna talk about the latter portion of the list above. 

I'm not talking forgiving.  I am certainly not talking about forgetting.  I am going to simply imply that they don't have to run your life.  Nor do you have to be robot. 

I used to carry anger and hatred like it was a Coach satchel.  I prized it.  I sat it up on my pedestal and looked at both in the eye everyday and cherished it.  It was what kept me going.  Whenever I did exercise, brushed my teeth....even going to have a drink at the local bar.  I can't tell you for how long but it got worse and worse and worse.  I carried it until the satchel turned into the Samsonite suitcase.  Only it didn't have wheels.  I carried the damned thing.  Ugh.  Talk about heavy.  Now you are asking, "what is all there to be angry and hateful about?".  Awe, shucks, don't make me blush now.  Previously I would have told a story that only rival the latest Lifetime Movie.  Tears included.  Not now.  Because now I can only tell it with a pinch of satire and comedy.  For some reason, not being able to tell it with anger and hatred, my story now belongs on the Comedy Channel.  Panda tears and unicorn milk included.

Release the negative and receive the positive.  It only took me 30 years to figure that one out.  Damn the Lifetime Channel can be so damn depressing. 

I think I can deal with the Comedy Channel.